♦ pitied by @consecratedGrievance
havwing friends is keeping me from the torture nexus.
With t9day 6eing Lusus' Day and a new very vulgar and 96jectifying trend judging pe9ple 9n 9ne's willingness t9 have sex with them 9r n9t, I supp9se I was misguided t9 spend the day 9ff 9f Chittr while tending t9 my 9ther s9cial media presences. As s9me9ne wh9 cele6rates neither, I assure y9u I have a l9t 9f th9ughts, 9pini9ns, and feelings 9n the matter, 6ut preci9us little time at present t9 really dive int9 it. Instead, I'll leave y9u all with just these tw9 statements: 9ne: it is appalling h9w ign9rant s9me 9f y9u are that n9t every tr9ll grew up with a lusus. While I d9n't want t9 f9r6id any9ne f9r praising the animal that raised them in any way they see fit, I will ask y9u appr9priately tag the matter, s9 tr9lls wh9 did n9t have the luxury 9f 6eing raised 6y a n9n-tr9ll individual can 6lacklist the su6ject f9r their 9wn peace 9f thinkpan. At minimum, I rec9mmend the tags #LususDay #AllLususDay #FemaleLususDay #Lusus #Lusii t9 c9ver all 9f y9ur 6ases. Tw9: St9p putting my name in y9ur #Smash9rPass lists. Y9u kn9w wh9 y9u are. If I had the energy t9 expend t9 resp9nd t9 each 9f these p9sts directly, I w9uld. D9n't make me @ y9u.
#MOTHERSDAY. MOTHER GRUB DAY. FEMININE CARETAKER APPRECIATION DAY. ALL-LUSUS DAY. JADEBLOOD APPRECIATION DAY. WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT, WHATEVER MOLDY CORNER OF PARADOX SPACE YOUR VERNACULAR COMES FROM, THE THROUGH-LINE IS OBVIOUS ENOUGH TO ANYONE WITH HALF A SPONGE CELL. WE GET IT. TONIGHT IS A NIGHT TO GET OFF THE LOUNGEPLANK AND THANK SOME MISBEGOTTEN ENTITY IN YOUR LIFE'S HISTORY FOR BEING THE REASON YOU AREN'T A *COMPLETE* FUCK-UP, OR A FLAKING SMEAR ON THE GROUND. AND NOT JUST THE LUSUS-EQUIVALENT THAT KEPT YOUR SORRY SEEDFLAP FROM BEING SQUASHED INTO PASTE. THE ONE, IF ANY, WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT MAYBE THERE WAS MORE TO THE WHOLE SPECTRUM OF TROLL EMOTION THAN HATE AND FEAR. SOMEONE WHOSE METHOD OF REARING YOU HAD SOME FLEETING, THERMODYNAMIC SPECK OF *WARMTH* TO IT. I'M TALKING ABOUT *NURTURE* OVER NATURE. I CHOOSE TO EXTRAPOLATE THAT IF THERE'S ANY DISTINCTION TO BE MADE ABOUT THIS DAY AND ITS INTENDED FOCUS-FIRED TARGET, THIS IS A DAY TO THANK SOMEONE WHO TOOK YOU IN AND SHOWED YOU SOME KIND OF MEANINGFUL KINDNESS WHEN THEY MOST CERTAINLY DIDN'T FUCKING NEED TO. AND DESPITE MY RESERVATIONS ABOUT OPENING A VEIN ON MAIN AND JUST BLEEDING MY STUPID, ACHING PUSHER ALL OVER THE FLOOR WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE IT, I THINK THAT THIS KIND OF SENTIMENT DOES, IN FACT, MATTER. SIGH. I AM GOING TO HATE MYSELF SO MUCH MORE FOR THIS. JUST SKIP THIS CHITT IF YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT AND HAVEN'T ALREADY. MY LUSUS HAS BEEN DEAD FOR A LONG TIME, NOW. SURE. FINE. WHATEVER. I BARELY THOUGHT ABOUT IT UNTIL THE OTHER NIGHT, WHEN COOLSCAR SHOWED OFF THE CRAB LUSII HE TAKES CARE OF ON BEFORUS. BUT DESPITE WHAT AN ORNERY BOTTOMFEEDER HE WAS, HE STILL MADE ROOM FOR ME. AT THE TIME, I THOUGHT THAT WAS ENOUGH. THE MORE I THINK ABOUT IT, THE MORE I THINK I WAS THE ONE WHO SHOWED *HIM* HOW TO STOP HIS INCENSED SCUTTLING FOR A MOMENT AND CHILL THE FUCK OUT WITH A FROZEN ROE CUBE AND A MOMENT OF PEACE. MAYBE HE DID MORE OF THE PROTECTING, AND I DID MORE OF THE NURTURING. WHICH LEADS ME TO WONDER WHERE I GOT IT FROM, IF IT WASN'T FROM HIM. IT'S NO SECRET THAT I DO, IN FACT, GIVE SEVERAL FLYING FUCKS ABOUT THE MAD AND SAD WORLD OF CINEMA. AND I THINK A PART OF THAT IS BECAUSE I WAS RAISED BY MOVIES MORE THAN MY OWN LUSUS, IN SOME WAYS. I MIGHT AS WELL BE THANKING TROLL LORELEI GILMORE OR TROLL PEG BOGGS. IT'S KIND OF PATHETIC TO ADMIT, BUT I THINK I STILL FOUND EXAMPLES OF WHAT TO DO AND HOW TO DO IT JUST BY WATCHING HOW IT *COULD* BE DONE. AND LATER ON, WHEN I HAD THE GOOD GRACE TO SEE MY HOME PLANET GET PELTED WITH METEORS AND HUCKED INTO THE INCIPISPHERE WITH A BUNCH OF BICKERING JABBERMAWS TO GO ON THE BIGGEST FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE MISADVENTURE EVER TO HURL ME ONTO ANOTHER PLANET, I'LL ADMIT THAT I ALSO HAD SOME PRETTY GOOD TEACHERS. KANAYA, FOR ONE. I FEEL LIKE I'M LEARNING FROM HER EVERY DAY, TRYING TO INTERNALIZE SOME SHEDDING FLAKE OF THE SHEER, INTUITIVE VIRTUOSITY WITH WHICH SHE NURTURES LITERALLY TENS OF THOUSANDS OF SCREAMING GRUBS. INSUFFERABLE AS I FIND MOST OF THE BEFORANS I'VE MET, I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT SOME OF THEM KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT WHAT A KINDER, LESS CULL-OR-BE-CULLED WORLD MIGHT LOOK LIKE. AND EVEN SOME OF THE HUMANS, NOW AND AGAIN, WITH THEIR REVOLTING METHOD OF SPAWNING THEIR OWN FLESHY, PINK BLOBLINGS DIRECTLY FROM THEIR BODIES, LEAVE ME WONDERING HOW DIFFERENT IT IS TO REALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT A LIFE YOU'RE DIRECTLY RESPONSIBLE FOR. SO DESPITE THIS EXHAUSTINGLY LONG TIRADE AND MY NEEDLESSLY CONVOLUTED JUSTIFICATION FOR WHY I'M STRETCHING TODAY'S PREMISE LIKE A SPLINTERING VERTEBRATE ON A TORTURE RACK, I'M PERSONALLY DEDICATING TODAY TO THEM. TO ALL OF THEM. THE CRABDADS AND THE GILMORES AND THE KANAYAS AND THE GROSS, FLESHY, MINIATURE HUMAN SPAWNERS. WHATEVER THEY WERE, THEY WEREN'T JUST THE ONES WHO BEAT DANGER AWAY WITH A STICK. THEY WERE THE ONES WHO TAUGHT ME SOMETHING. AND GOD FUCKING FORBID, IF I SHOULD EVER FIND MYSELF IN THE UNSPEAKABLY MORTIFYING SCENARIO WHERE I EITHER ECTO-CLONE A BUNCH OF WRITHING GRUBS INTO EXISTENCE AGAIN LIKE THE LAST TIME, OR SOME DERANGED MAD SCIENTORTURER SCRAPES MY CELLS WHILE I'M SLEEPING AND MAKES SOME FREAKISH, PETITE-HORNED ABOMINATION, THEN, WELL. I HOPE THAT I'VE LEARNED ENOUGH TO HANDLE IT WELL. MAYBE SOME OF YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY. SO, WITH ONE FINAL PUMP-PALPITATING, RETCH-INDUCING SHOW OF EMPHASIS AND IN THE SHORTEST, UNFUSSIEST HUMAN PARLANCE, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. SITTING IN THE PARK, I CAREFULLY REMARK "EVERYTHING IS BETTER WHEN YOU'RE LEARNING" YOU WERE IN THE DARK, I WAS IN THE DARK EVERYTHING IS MADE TO KEEP ON TURNING IT'S JUST YOU AND ME DIVINE, A CIRCULAR DESIGN (DO DO-DO DO-DO) TIME AND PLACE IN MIND POINTS ALONG A LINE (DO DO-DO DO-DO) YOU AND ME RETURN TO BE IN ORBIT ALL THE TIME YOU TURN AWAY AND AROUND I'VE BEEN COMING DOWN, I'VE BEEN COMING DOWN. HTTPS://OPEN.SPOTIFY.COM/TRACK/70IXQPO3KJR0CJTUQE3UMI?SI=D246E182B4D14A4A #LYRICPOSTING
Okay perhasp I've had a bti too much to drin kt onight but I'm in a litlte to odeep to st op now. I'm goign to regert this in the morning.
theyre fucking closed! 😭
hUH, wOW, hOW ABOUT THAT,
YOU. *YOU.* HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO DROP OUT AT LITERALLY ANY TIME. THE LITERAL INSTANT YOU SHUT UP AND GET OFF THIS CHITT, I CAN WASH BOTH MY PRONGS AND MY GANDERBULBS OF THIS *ENTIRE* ENCOUNTER AND CARRY ON BEING THE MOST UNINTERESTED TROLL EVER TO HAVE ONTOLOGICALLY *ZERO* INTEREST IN YOU IN THE WAY YOU'VE SO CLEARLY MISCONSTRUED. SO JUST PUT DOWN THE PALMHUSK. STEP AWAY FROM THE SCREEN. BREATHE. GO OUTSIDE AND TOUCH SOME LAWN FLORA. WHATEVER THE FUCK SOOTHES YOUR VIGOROUSLY JABBERING NUGBONE. FIND PEACE, KANKRI VANTAS. JUST DO IT WAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM *ME.*
FIRST OFF, I THINK THAT ANY TEXT-TO-VOICE SCREEN READER THAT DIDN'T COME WITH AN *EXTREMELY* ADVANCED DE-QUIRKING FUNCTION THAT WAS BEING USED ON THIS WEBSITE WOULD TURN INTO A SONIC GRENADE PRETTY DAMN FAST. SECOND, MY TOXIN SAC IS WORKING OVERTIME TO TRY AND FILTER OUT THE DIZZYING SLURRY COMING FROM YOUR TYPESTUBS RIGHT NOW AS I READ THIS. AND IT'S MAKING ME SO VIOLENTLY ILL THAT I CAN FEEL MY FUCKING SKIN WILTING. YOU ARE GIVING ME FUCKING JAUNDICE. PASS. AS IN PASS AWAY. BADLY. AND EXPEDIENTLY. FUCK YOU.
I WAS WONDERING WHEN A VARIANT OF YOU WOULD HAVE THE GLOBES TO SHOW YOUR FACE TO ME. I HAVE THREE WORDS FOR YOU, KANKRI: *NO FUCKING WAY.* ANY TROLL WITH TWO SPONGE CELLS TO RUB TOGETHER CAN TAKE ONE LOOK AT MY ENTIRE CHITTR PROFILE AND KNOW FULL DAMN WELL THAT THE RADIOACTIVE FALLOUT OF MY SKIN-MELTING, ALL-CAUSTIC HOSTILITY COULD MAKE A GEIGER COUNTER POP LIKE A FUCKING BALLOON. ANYONE WHO CAN'T HANDLE THE HEAT NEEDS TO STAY WELL THE FUCK OUT OF MY CULINARY BLOCK. AND CORDON IT OFF WITH 5,000 TONS OF CONCRETE AND BORON. OR FUCK IT. JUST FUCKING BLOCK ME. IN ALL LIKELIHOOD, I WON'T KNOW OR CARE.
SO THE #SMASHORPASS PROTOZOA HAS EVOLVED BEYOND ITS PESTILENT, PRIMORDIAL ORIGINS AND BECOME A FULL-ON CACOPHONOUS CRY FOR ATTENTION WHERE EVERY INDIVIDUAL REPROBATE CAN JUST HOLD UP A SIGN WITH THEIR NAME ON IT AND THE #NSFW TAG, BAWL MISERABLY INTO THE VOID, AND RECEIVE ALL THE SLIMY, FOUL-SMELLING PRAISE AND REJECTION THEY CAN SHOVEL INTO THEIR MEALGASH. IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE. CULTURE AT ITS FINEST. JUST TO BE CLEAR. THIS IS NOT A CHITT ASKING FOR THAT. EVEN IF IT IS APPROPRIATELY TAGGED. SO KEEP YOUR GRIMY, UNWASHED OPINIONS OFF OF MY CHITT. YOU SICK FREAKS.
(^･ω･^) < COMMENT UNDER HERE I WILL SMASH OR PASS YOU, THOUGH I AM MORE LIKELY TO SMASH DUE TO BIASES ON SHIPCOURSE!!! #SHIPCOURSE #SMASHORPASS
i don’t know if i even have a a mom, and i’m definitely not one of the jades who are a mom, so i’m just here. :/
happy mothers day 2 all my moms across the universe and any moms that need appreciation #mothersday #holiday
